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Mar 25, 2008

You Asked, I Answered, Part I

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Wow, I didn’t expect so many questions from all of you! I’m going to have to split the answers into two posts, because 1) it would be too long to do as one post, and 2) I’m compiling and scanning some pictures to go along with answers to some of the questions about my past. Trust me, it’ll be worth it, if for no other reason than to laugh at my junior high fashion choices.

So let’s get this party started!

Julie had four questions for me:

What do you do when you’re angry at one of your kids?

Walk away, baby, walk away. (Can anyone name the song?) For those moments when I’m really angry, walking away is the best remedy. Then when I’ve counted to ten, or found some other way to calm down, I’ll address the problem.

If you were going to combine chocolate with one other food or flavor, and only ONE, what would it be?

Caramel. Yum.

Do you ever get comments on your blog that really piss you off even though they’re completely benign?

Absolutely. I try to never delete a comment unless it is truly aggressive, offensive, or just spam. Which means someone giving their own opinion doesn’t qualify, unless they’re trying to pick a fight. It sometimes pisses me off, but then I often leave the comment and let it serve its purpose to further the discussion.

Cotton underwear? Lace? Spandex?

Cotton, totally. It’s all about comfort. Lace & spandex only for special occasions.

OK, moving away from my underwear choices, Momma to LG asks:

Did you graduate from college before going back now?

Yep. In 1998 I graduated with my shiny new Bachelors of Arts in History, focusing on Tudor & Stuart Britain. Tried grad school, didn’t like it. Tried it again a few years later, this time for theatre history. I’m a few classes and a thesis paper away from that degree, but we moved and then I had Cordy, so I never got around to finishing it.

If you could take a trip anywhere, where would you go?

I’d like to see Ireland. I spent a summer living in London, and while there I saw many parts of England and Scotland, but never made it over to Ireland. I’d also love to visit India and Australia someday. Maybe I’ll throw in a return trip to Canada and we’ll call it the “British Empire” tour.

Continuing with the theme of school, Erin M asks:

What made you want to become a nurse?

The money, of course! (Just kidding.) When I had my c-section with Cordy, I had a four day hospital stay. Adjusting to motherhood while trying to recover from a c-section and initiate breastfeeding with a baby who wasn’t interested wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever attempted. The nurses who cared for me really made those first four days go well, and I was so thankful for their help and their advice. Just like with blogging, I feel like I can reach out and help others with nursing. I’d like a labor & delivery position, so that I can be one of those nurses that others will remember as helping them transition to motherhood. Besides, until blogging pays all our bills, it’s good to have a backup.

Hmmm…let’s move on to some lighter inquiries. How about Crackerjacksmo‘s questions:

Do you brush your teeth in the shower or at the sink?

Sink. I’ve never even heard of brushing teeth in the shower. Do people do that?

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Baths to relax, showers to actually get clean.

For what ever reason, what’s the longest amount of days you have gone WITHOUT bathing?

I think it was five days. I never would have gone that long when I had a job. But when you’re home and you and both kids have the flu? Personal hygiene takes a backseat. At least we weren’t going anywhere.

I’m liking these light questions. Let’s stick with them. Gwen asks:

OK, So I know that you are a Buffy fan. What is your favourite season, and why? What is your favourite episode and why? If you were able to sneak off for an illicit love affair with one of the cast who would it be?

Favorite season is tough. I really liked Angelus, Spike and Drusilla in Season two, but my favorite episode of all is probably “Once More With Feeling.” I’m a sucker for musicals. As for an illicit love affair, it’s gotta be David Boreanaz.

On a more personal note, has sex gotten better since you have had kids, or worse?

Whoa, what happened to the light questions? I’d have to say it got worse, then better, then worse again, and then better. (Are you still reading, family members? Yeah, that’s what I thought.) After Cordy was born, sex was the last thing on my mind. It took well over a year for me to even have interest in sex again. Everything was good for awhile, until Mira was born. I’m glad I had a VBAC, but I didn’t enjoy the third degree tear that came with it. The first time we tried to have sex after Mira was born (around eight weeks postpartum), the pain was so intense that I nearly took a swing at Aaron. We didn’t try again for awhile. Then, around the six months mark, everything suddenly got better. Can’t explain what it was. Now it’s even better than before we ever had kids.

Wow. That was personal, wasn’t it? To further insure my family will never read my blog again, let’s go next to Mrs. Flinger, who gets straight to the point with what she wants to know:

Who usually initiates sex in your marriage? And if it’s not you, how do you deal with that?

I’d like to say we have a 50-50 split when it comes to this, but it’s more like 80-20 in his favor. Does it bother me? Nah. I’m happy to let him initiate most of the time, and when I’m really in the mood, well, that would be the 20% where I’m willing to initiate.

Thank goodness you can’t see me blushing on the other side of the screen. Oh hell, you know me better than that. I’m not blushing at all. Moving on to Jennifer‘s question:

Most embarrassing thing you ever did after a little too much sauce…

Well, my first experience with alcohol was New Year’s Eve when I was 16. My friends spiked the punch and thought it would be funny to not tell me. I like punch. Too much. I apparently threw myself all over a guy at the party, who showed up with a date. She left early, though, and before the night was over, I kissed him. I dated him for six months after that. I wouldn’t have been embarrassed, since I didn’t remember, but my friends were sure to show me the pictures. Oh lord. Not only drunk, hanging off this guy, but also half-wrapped in streamers, too.

Next up, Mbkimmy asks:

If you could change your life to be anyone doing anything anywhere with kids or without – would you?

Tough call. Some days, I’d rather be anyone else but myself. Well, maybe not Britney. But then there are days like yesterday, when I got to be a part of this:


…and I’m perfectly happy being where I am.

And to wrap up part I, I turn to Tracey, who asked:

If money were no object, would you have any more children?

I think we’d probably have one more. We’ve always planned that Aaron would have a vasectomy when we are sure that we’re done. We considered it after Mira was born, but now we’re holding off. Money is really the biggest hurdle to having another child. While I hate the first trimester, I generally like being pregnant. And a part of me feels like there is one more child who should be with us.

What would you do with a week, hell, a MONTH with no kids or family to take care of? Just time, time, time ahead of you…

Just trying to think of an answer to this question makes my head spin. I can’t even imagine having that much time anymore. I’d probably sleep in every morning, take long walks, spend hours shopping at the mall, trying on clothes without anyone whining, relax on the couch with trashy TV, and of course, blog without guilt.

That’s it for tonight, folks! If your question didn’t get answered tonight, it will be answered in the next Q&A post, which will be up later this week.

Filed Under: clearly insane, me me me, TMI ·


Mar 21, 2008

Haiku Friday: Spring Break

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I’m on Spring Break, but
with two kids to care for its
not much of a break

Tomorrow is the
start of Cordy’s Spring Break, too.
My stress is doubled.

It wouldn’t be so
bad, except the weatherman
is predicting this:

Rain, rain, rain and rain
So much for hitting the zoo
Indoor fun only.

Still, it could be worse –
It could be the forecast from
Two short weeks ago:


(If you haven’t yet, feel free to ask me a question. I’ll start answering them in a day or two.)


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Filed Under: family time, Haiku Fridays ·


Mar 19, 2008

100 Things You REALLY Want To Know About Me

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The other day I was reading through another blogger’s “100 Things About Me” post, and I have to admit I found it kind of…limited. (No, it wasn’t yours – I liked yours. Or yours – yours made me laugh. It was someone who probably doesn’t even know I exist.)

There were some interesting tidbits in there, but some of the things I wanted to know the most were missing. I mean, your first pet’s name is fine, but what if I wanted to know the most inspiring place you’ve ever visited?

I considered doing one of those 100 Things lists for myself, but when I started to write it, I found myself constantly deleting things. Oh, no one cares that I used to eat the freeze-n-eat popsicles by the 100-count box every week as a kid. Or that I had a really bad perm in 7th grade.

So instead, I’m going to leave it up to all of you. This is your chance to play interviewer and ask me anything you’ve wanted to know about me or my family. Leave a comment with your questions and I’ll reply to all of them. No question is too off the wall. (I’m really asking for it, aren’t I?)

I’d say that I’m going to limit it to 100 questions, but that would assume I’d get more than 100 questions. Or 10 for that matter.

So, uh, don’t leave me high and dry, OK?

Ask a question?

Filed Under: me me me, meme time, TMI ·


Mar 18, 2008

Recycled, And Yet Brand New

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St. Patrick’s Day, 2005:

Cordelia, 6 months old

St. Patrick’s Day, 2008:

Miranda, 9 months old


I made that dress for Cordy back in 2005, never realizing I’d get another chance to use it again. Mira got just as much attention at the parade today as Cordy did three years ago.

And while Cordy had to miss the parade due to school, she still did her part to celebrate:

Filed Under: Cordy, holidays, memories, Mira ·


Mar 17, 2008

Dressed Up For The Prom

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When going to a party, there’s always that fear in the back of your mind that you might run into another woman at the party wearing the exact. same. dress. And it’s even worse if she looks better in the dress than you do, right?

OK, truthfully, I probably wouldn’t care. I’ve never been much of a slave to fashion myself. Except for prom in high school. When it came to my prom, I wanted to have the best dress out there. I remember buying Your Prom magazine and clipping out pictures of dresses I liked, scrutinizing the features of each dress, considering which dresses would look best on my figure and so on. It was the one time in my life when you could officially call me “girly”.

For the 1993 prom, I picked the perfect dress. We were still in the final few years of the Southern belle style gowns in the Midwest, before slim-line dresses would become the prom gold standard, and when I saw this dress I knew it was for me. Off the shoulder to show off my upper half, full skirt to hide my lower half, and in my perfect color: royal blue. Plus let’s not forget the lace and tulle.

While the dress was nearly impossible to fold into my date’s car, I felt like a princess. And thankfully, when I walked in I was relieved to see no one else was wearing my dress. (Although two other girls were wearing a dress in the same style, different color, and gave each other the evil eye all night for it).

So you can imagine my surprise when, 15 years after the prom, I see my dress on someone else while surfing through my Bloglines! It would seem that the dress was also perfect for T With Honey. Proof? OK, click the link and take a look at that dress. Yes, she had it pulled up to show off her awesome lace ankle boots, but you can get the general idea.

And now, me in the dress:

Focus on the dress, not the geeky date, OK?

See? Same dress. And my 31 year-old self LOVES that I wasn’t the only one who wore that dress to prom. That dress meant so much to me – I put so much of my self-worth into that dress. How I looked in my prom dress would determine my entire prom night, which would determine how my high school experience would be capped. It’s crazy to think I put so much importance on a dress, but oh how I loved it.

I’m not sure what happened to my prom dress. It hung in my room, plastic dry-cleaning bag still covering it, until I graduated from college. At that point my mom moved, and many of my things were boxed up or discarded. I think I told her to get rid of the dress, and that’s probably for the best. I’d be happy to see one of my daughters wear my wedding dress, but I’d rather they stay far away from that mess of satin, lace and tulle. I don’t think it’ll come back in style during this century.

Anyone else want to show off their totally cool prom dresses? Or even better, prom hair? You can’t see all the curls well in that picture, but I can assure you that it took over three hours and a gazillion bobby pins to pull off that hair sculpture. If someone else posts their prom hair, maybe I’ll dig out a close-up of mine to show off.

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Filed Under: me me me, memories ·